Truffles

Truffles

Kittypet

BIOGRAPHY

DESCRIPTION

Simple book description: cream tabby tom with heterochromic eyes
Pelt: cream tabby, with bottle tail completely white
Texture: kitten soft, professionally groomed by a twoleg
Eyes: Sharp Yellow, Sharp Green

Body type: tiny, even with the fur of a norwegian forest cat-- his stubby legs makes him tiny

Scars: N/A
Accessories: Blue bowtie collar
Scent: Like shampoo, twolegs (can never be washed off), and sugar

HISTORY

KITHOOD

Born to two pedigree cats, Truffles had a very pampered kitten life. His mother and father, Freya and Odin respectively, both were show cats, often entered competitions against other pedigree cats. Or something like that. Really, none of the cats knew what was going on-- just that they were taken by the metal things, set in front of several stars that shone bright, and then came home with shiny metal. The shinier the metal, the more attention and treats they'd get-- so they usually saw it as a very prestigious event, a ritual or ceremonial sort of event.

However, unlike them or his sibling Noss, Truffles was born a munchkin kitten, giving him stubby legs. For this reason, he knew since birth that he was slightly different than the other cats of his box home. Regardless, Truffles' kitten life was full of joy, given equal attention from both his twolegs and parental figures. At least, until he started growing his full coat, and the stark differences between himself and his sibling became more obvious.

Truffles started receiving less attention and affection from his parents, and the twolegs were less often around to keep his fur groomed or give him treats. He never really figured out why until he was much older. After he reached a certain age, his sibling Noss started to leave alongside his parents to the show trips, leaving him behind. Truffles wouldn't be able to join them in the metal box because of his shorter legs-- which meant he'd never fully received all the care that the rest of his family faced. It was this sort of isolation that led his personality to be as annoying as it is today.

TEENHOOD

During his teenhood, it was rare of Truffles to be picked up by any twolegs, or properly groomed by their fake tongues (brushes), in fact, he was only really given the bare minimum to keep a healthy life-- something any normal house cat would be given. However, knowing the life that he could have, the life his sibling Noss was having-- it made Truffles jealous. He'd enact several plots and schemes to try and join the rest of the family in their many trips outside the boxed home. None of them worked of course, but it didn't stop him from constantly trying. One of these plans involved running out the door once it had opened, but it resulted in near-death, leaving a sense of fear for those metal things.

Though, things weren't all sour for Truffles. Despite the lack of attention or affection from his parents or sibling, or even from the twolegs-- there was a reason he even stayed within the boxed home. The twolegs had a young one with them, which is the one that gave him the name Truffles. The young twoleg is the only one that kept up with keeping his fur clean and healthy, often able to scrounge around to give him those tasty treats that the older twolegs hide. He's not entirely sure what she gives him, but they sure are tasty. He considered the twoleg a close friend, someone he can always rely on for attention and love-- love that his own parents refuse to give. For this reason, if Truffles was ever in a pickle, he knew all he had to do was scream loudly-- the young twoleg would always run over to help him. The young twoleg is a large contributor to his pompous attitude

Regardless! There would be many instances where Truffles was left alone in the large box home, with everyone gone to those events. This has led him to his curiosity about the outside world, specifically, the back place woods. A simple trickery with the doors allows him to the back, and the yard-- though always kept clean-- had an exploitable wood piece that allowed him to squeeze through into the land beyond. Originally, during his teen years, Truffles would remain close to the twoleg place-- and visit the many other boxed homes. After all, the only way across would be through the black river-- and that was pretty scary looking. Here, there were other cats he could see and talk to! Others that would truly appreciate his presence, and marvel at his beautiful fur- regardless of his stubby legs!! One such cat Truffles closely befriended, and the pair often ran around the twoleg place to wreak havoc just for the sake of it.

For once, Truffles felt he had the appreciation he deserved-- maybe even a cat he could call a friend of his own.

ADULTHOOD

It wasn't until well into the first moons of his adulthood that Truffles truly considered crossing the black river. The house was growing emptier and emptier, and even his own young twoleg was starting to be busy herself-- challenged by those cursed white sheets and heavy blocks (homework), despite his many attempts to valiantly defeat those for her. Even his friend, whom he spend his days with, was being preoccupied with his own house life. Maybe it was time he started acting much more riskier-- across the black river, and into the unknown.

He's always heard of rumors about the place beyond- about cats that's regressed to their ancestral times. Cats that wandered in from lands far beyond the twoleg place, with visions of the unseen, and conduct unnatural. They placed down their own spaces- similar to the boxed homes here- and defend those homes-- in a way, the rumor goes they became monstrous. Like Lions and Tigers, large and fierce, with claws and teeth sharper and deadlier than even the cat gangs that prowl the alleyways of the boxed homes. This! He had to see with his own eyes!

Truffles' first few visits were uneventful. His stubby legs made it hard to traverse the lands, and even harder to run at those aweful scurry noises of those smaller prey. Though, there was some visits-- the more scarier ones-- where he almost could have SWORN he saw those wild cats. They always seem to travel in groups-- which was scary- because he had no range to fight back if it came down to it (Though, fighting were for wild cats and gang strays only, not for pedigree perfectionists such as himself, he'd worry his fur would lose its luster if he even so much as entertained the idea!). So, Truffles avoided them as much as possible.

One day, however. One day he'll gather the courage to talk to one.

RELATIONSHIPS